“When I get free, I’m going to rip your fucking throat out! Then I’m going to stomp on it and shove it in this guy’s mouth. That’s a promise. Do you know who I am? Do you know how I earned my nickname? Khol the Merciless—or as the rumor mill likes to say, Khol the Cold. Either way, just know that I fucking earned that name and it’s been a long time since I let the lid off that fucking monster.” I didn’t miss the way the guards cast nervous glances at one another. Shit, he was terrifying.
